Flee from Drab

When you’re gone, you’re away, you’re far,
When you’re never close to wipe bitter tears at night,
When emptiness & loneliness eats me bit by bit,
When not a day goes by I don’t feel cold, ill and misfit…

Andy whispers “hey”, and then speaks to remind me,
“Issa, get busy living or get busy dying,”
“Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things,
And no good thing ever dies.